Introducing Loralynne Summers and her new book: IN
SELF DEFENSE.
BLURB:
She fell in love—in self-defense…
The
last thing that Sarah wants in her life is a relationship. Her track record was
horrendous, and the last guy she’d dated had beaten her mentally and
physically, landing her in the hospital. Almost a year later she’s back on her
feet, thanks in no small part to her best friend Jason. Trouble is, lately she
wants more than a friendship with Jason, and it scares the hell out of her. And
then he kisses her…
His offense may hit a brick wall…
Jason has been
in love with Sarah for longer than he’ll willingly admit to. Since bringing her
home from the hospital, she’s grown into a strong, secure, confident woman.
After seeing how perfect his best friend really is, he can’t get her off his
mind. He’s convinced her feelings match his, and decides to go for it, only to
scare her away.
Can best friends become something more? Or
will she stay hidden behind her defensive wall?
AUTHOR
BIO:
As a child, Loralynne was always the student
getting in trouble for talking in class and at home for making things up.
Combining her ability to go on and on and her flair for storytelling, she
naturally grew up to be a writer. Originally planning to write fantasy, her
muse had other plans. Once she opened herself up to the whims of her muse, she
couldn’t type her first sex scene fast enough and now writes romance. Loralynne
lives in Upstate New York with her husband, cats, and growing family. You can
friend her on facebook or follow her on twitter under LL_Summers
INSPIRATION
FOR THE STORY:
The story opens to Sarah mowing the lawn on
a hot, humid day. And that’s exactly what I was doing when the idea first took
root in my brain. My neighbor across the street arrived home on his Harley, and
BAM! The whole opening scene was there in my head. I couldn’t type fast enough.
There is a large part of my relationship in this story. Jason has some of my
husband’s mentality, mostly in how he treats Sarah. I often tell my husband
that I don’t deserve him, he is way better to me than I am to him! As for
Sarah, I too fell in love with my best friend after leaving an abusive
relationship. Thankfully, mine never reached the level of physical abuse, but
the signs were all there, and it was only a matter of time. As in the story
though, I was quite afraid of my feelings for my husband, because of how close
our friendship was and I was terrified to ruin it.
EXCERPT:
“Why are you carrying me fifty feet?” Sarah asked.
“Because I can. Because I’d be a jerk to make you stumble around on
those shoes when you could fall and get hurt. But mostly because it’s my fault
they’re broken in the first place.”
“Jason, I’m the one who gave Alex a roundhouse kick to the head in
these things.”
“And you have no idea how proud I am of you for that. Doesn’t change
the fact that I wasn’t there to protect you when he showed up, and I should
have been.”
She sighed, settling her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she
whispered. If he could beat the shit out of himself, he would. It had been
eating away at him from the moment she’d thrown herself at him and wouldn’t let
go.
He wanted to kick the ass of every one of their friends, too. Most
of them didn’t know who Alex was. But that knowledge didn’t stop him from
wanting to knock their heads off for letting Sarah fight him. Hell, it was a
good thing for Alex that Jason had
been in the bathroom when it all went down. Otherwise, the police would have
pulled him off Alex’s bloody, beaten corpse. He owed that asshole. Not just for
the beating that had landed Sarah in the hospital, but also for the months it
took to put her back together, physically and emotionally.
“What’s the code for the alarm, Sarah?” He’d never asked her what it
was after showing her how to change it. He wanted her to feel completely safe
from everyone when she was in the house, including him.
“Sarah?” He tilted his head back to look down at her. In the dark,
he couldn’t see her blush, but assumed she had when she turned and buried her
face into his chest before mumbling a reply. “I didn’t hear you, baby. Tell me
again.”
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “I said, it’s your
birthday.”
Christ, could he feel more like a dick? If he needed another clue
about her feelings, he was a moron. It was a bit ironic, though.
“Wanna know a secret? My alarm is set to your birthday. Kinda funny, huh?” He set her down to dig her keys
out of his pocket. “You gonna let all the cold air out, or are you coming
inside?” She stood where he’d left her on the porch. Shaking herself, she followed
him into the house and he reset the alarm for occupancy, locking the door
behind them. “You go ahead and shower. I’ll make popcorn, grab us some beers,
and see what I can find to watch.”
“Sure. Can you help me with the boots? My hands still feel all
shaky.”
“Yeah, of course. Here.” He fell to the floor in front of her,
sitting on his heels and dying a little more inside. This was so not how he’d
pictured the night going just a couple of hours ago. He wanted to be peeling
these off because she wanted him to,
not because she needed him to.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and placed one foot on his
thigh. He ran his hands along the supple leather, up and over her calf. He
swallowed hard, tamping down his baser emotions. She didn’t need that kind of
bullshit from him right now.
Slowly, he pulled the zipper down and slid the boot from her. Lips
parted slightly, her breathing grew shallow and rapid. Unable to stop himself,
he massaged her foot for a moment before he gently lowered it to the floor. Eyes
locked, he pulled her other leg forward and repeated the procedure. Her lids
fluttered, a soft moan escaping her when he gently worked his hands up her
legs, kneading both calves at the same time.
“Jason…” she whispered, her hands sliding to the back of his neck.
He rose to his knees, conscience be damned. There was no denying the
hunger in her eyes, or the tension filling the room. She leaned into him, his
hands continuing to massage their way up the backs of her legs until they held
her ass firmly. Both breathing hard, they froze, a hair’s breadth separating
their lips, hesitating to cross the final line that would end their friendship
and start something new.
Here are the buy links:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/in-self-defense-by-loralynne-summers/
http://www.bookstrand.com/in-self-defense-mf
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-inselfdefense-1713790-149.html
http://www.amazon.com/Self-Defense-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00RBUZUFW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419269177&sr=1-1&keywords=In+Self+Defense+by+Loralynne+Summers
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